The soil felt moist beneath her heels, the earthy fragrance mingling with the damp air as a mild night breeze sent a chill through her bones. Mei Xing ascent up the slick, wet stairs leading to the hilltop, the dim light of the night casting long shadows around her.

Mei Xing glanced around, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. The cemetery was eerily quiet, punctuated only by the gentle rustle of leaves as raindrops dripped from their tips, creating a rhythmic sound that echoed in the stillness of the night.

At the peak, she spotted a faint silhouette of a man standing with his back to her, gazing out at the distant city lights shimmering on the horizon. Mei Xing's heart raced with delight, her legs quickening as she hurried up the stairs, eager to get close to him. The thought of finally being together after so long filled her with a heady mix of anticipation and joy.